CHAPTER TEN
Hana reached the outskirts of Ngaruawahia before remembering her phone languished forgotten in Logan’s jacket pocket. Her stupidity slapped her in the face as familiar streets sped by, knowing she risked exposing herself to danger. She stayed as vigilant as she could with Logan grumbling to himself in the passenger seat.
“The wait-time is an hour,” the doctor’s receptionist droned, chewing her gum so that Hana could see it swilling around on her tongue.
Hana took a steadying breath and tried again. “You still have the paperwork from the cast you put on my husband, so I’d be grateful if you’d at least get a nurse.”
“Nope,” the girl intoned. “The wait time is an hour. I don’t care what paperwork you have.”
“Fine.” Hana gritted her teeth and turned to the woman next in line.
